Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously

Archive for March, 2013

The nebulous irises of your eyes
pull at me with their gravity
tugging at my resistance
as I thrust myself against the draw
There is pain there
so deep I may collapse in it
if it surrounds me
There is loneliness
from light years of empty space
and I struggle to recall
that I never called you home
I can almost feel the warmth
of a new sun
where I never felt it before
beaming from the corner
of your endless eyes.

(c)2013 RCGA

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Tangled in the damp weight of lax limbs,
hand on your thundering heart,
I follow my breaths into the humid space
our bodies have created,
inhaling the deep musky loam
of some primordial forest
lush with the sanguineous saline of life.

The chase has reached its denouement;
the blooded hunter and prey lie together
in a little death.